The next day, Sartin and Sommar swam around their perimeter, on guard duty. They grew bored as the day went on. Sartin wanted nothing more than to ravage Sommar right there in the middle of the sea, but duty came first.
Storm clouds appeared on the horizon. It would probably rain around the time of the evening meal. Tonight, the two pods would eat together. Their mothers and alphas would bless their union and the engagement would be official.
Wickizer interrupted the afternoon. In addition to being in the constant company of Alewars and away from the pod during the Winter, Sartin also enjoyed not having to deal with Wickizer. Besides Sommar’s Feast the previous night, Sartin hadn’t seen Wickizer in the three sleeps since they had arrived.
“What’s going on?” Sartin asked, put on the defe
